Water rushes past as I sit in the tree’s arm, leaning against its trunk.
No, I think, and I scribble the words from the page in my notebook. Water gurgles past as I sit in the crook of the tree’s arm, leaning against its trunk.
Sunlight filters through the thickness of leaves above me. Shadows dance beneath me. Glints of light flicker on the water like fireflies at dusk. A dragonfly beats its wings softly as it rests on the tree in front of me. I notice the way its body blends with the texture of the bark on the tree. Instinctually, I want to wince and flick it away, but instead I stare and admire its beauty. I wonder at its silence.
With wishes of peace to the Guzman family.